XANADU OPERA TIME | ALL INVITED

[shall_yield_us]

WHEN: Jan. 15 | the Xanadu gardens.
CHARACTERS: Everyone.
SUMMARY: we interrupt your regular Xanadu viewing for the following special reminder: ...the visit ain't over til the bloody plant sings.

That's right: our green belle been giving rather obnoxious titillating performances in Xanadu, to what can only be the... enjoyment... of certain Citizens. Adding injury to insult, it's quite possible that a couple of residents have also captured the plant's tune on film, and now the video's been turned into a network viral phenomenon!

But as Citizens surely know, every grand artist needs a doting live audience: come get dibs on more plant footage? Save someone from its evil clutches? Help a poor soul that's got lost in the gardens' great expanse? Get the plant to sign with your talent agency? Embark on a mystical quest to get it to shut up?

Just put your chlorophyll-tinted glasses on, and anything is possible.


[ ooc: Find whatever excuse to throw your character in Xanadu, tag someone new, and all around: GET IN HERE. Just as a note: hearing the plant is definitely optional, so please don't think it's an overwhelming sound that'd keep your character up at night or some such. It's just a log prompt. XD ]

Comments

[signatures]

And vocal chords. Who would have thought?

[ Then again, in Eames' mind, the plants in the City and plants as they know it are very, very different - maybe even as much as the thought of calling the curious thing a plant doesn't seem right. Anomally. Right out of a fantasy book. Disturbing.

But the flash of pink hair is a familiar one and Eames walks closer, Pancake trotting along at his side, stuck with dog duty as he is. ] Miss Mae.

[brobeforehos]

Certainly not Darwin, I'm sure.

[She grins up at him as he walks closer, putting the food away so the dog doesn't eat her lunch. Not that she doesn't like dogs - this one's quite cute, but she's quite hungry, too.

At the greeting, the smirk she gives him is almost automatic, as is the inclination of her head.] Mister Eames. [She leans back on her hands.] Looking very dapper, walking your dog through the park.

[signatures]

All I need is a proper hat and a cane and I'll look dashing, is what.

[ He gestures toward her little place setting. ]

May I?

[brobeforehos]

Please, give me ideas for the future, why don't you?

[She grins, and shifts over to one side of the blanket.]

Go ahead. I'll have to warn you, I've only got one apple left, and the dog is cuter, so I'm at a conundrum, you see?

[signatures]

I only live to stimulate your imagination, Miss Mae.

[ He plops his fat arse down onto the blanket, Pancake taking a cursory sniff at Mae's thigh before promptly headbutting her side in dire need of attention. ]

I can see why you would have some difficulty in deciding, but I'll reject your apple in favor of any warm drink you might have instead.

[brobeforehos]

[Gosh, Pancake - yes, you get attention. She's laughing, at the dog, and at his comment, and decides to scratch behind the dog's ears before she starts doing something silly like - like blushing.]

What a shame - here you are, doing all you can to please me, and yet I've to disappoint you. The warm drinks are over - where were you at five o'clock?

[signatures]

What use are you to me, then? I ought to just take my dog and go.

[ But he's already sitting down, and it's chilly out, and Pancake is busy flirting with Mae. ]

[brobeforehos]

Are you sure about that? [Ruffling the dog's fur with both hands, she grins at it, instead of Eames.]

I heard something creak when you sat down. Your tired feet need rest.

[signatures]

That might have been either my knees or my hip. Something easily alleviated by something warm to be eaten or drunk.

[ Pointed. But he'll let it go. ]

[brobeforehos]

Yes, doctors will surely back you up on that.

[She shrugs.] You could get drunk on the dulcet tunes of that plant.

[signatures]

Perhaps if it sang somewhat sweeter.

[brobeforehos]

Too rugged for your ears?